Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 270

I’m glad to climb back into the safety of the SUV with James after leaving the meeting with Ryker.

There wasn’t much left to say after Ryker made his ultimatum. He’s not going to help me get the Al tech back, not if it means moving against his mate.

I know I should heed his warning.

No one in their right mind pits themselves against the Old

Country Wolves and expects to survive.

But the tech–and whatever damage it might do is my

responsibility.

My family built it, and my family lost it.

No matter the cost, I have to get it back. Then decide whether to hand it over to the military like it was supposed to be, or destroy it and tell the military that the project failed.

“This isn’t good, Leah,” James says once we start driving.

“Tell me about it,” I mutter despondently. “But it doesn’t change things.”

“It doesn’t?” James says incredulously. “Leah, you heard Ryker. If you go after Karolina, he will come for you. Even Aaron was smart enough not to cross the Old Country Wolves.”

“In the past, maybe,” I reply, ignoring the tightness in my chest and the tears that prick my eyes. “But if he was here now, I know he’d be thinking about doing exactly that.”

God, I wish Aaron was here right now.

My entire body aches with wanting my mate.

My heart and soul are in agony, wounded in a way I know I’m never going to recover from. Not until I meet Aaron again in the next life.

“Things are different now,” I keep going, shoving all those

feelings down to be dealt with later when I can be alone. “The

We can’t just wash our hands of this Al tech and

yourself if the

millions–of people died?

has it started turning

eliminate rival packs? Would you still be able

the mirror and not feel the weight of

deaths?”

you’re right. I couldn’t live with that.

are we going

for a start,” I reply. “We’ll just have to do it in a way

reply to that, and I spend

me. “Is there a way to track Karolina’s

doesn’t look happy about my idea, but then again, he hasn’t looked happy about

It’s not

Good.

finally feel like I’m

the missing tech is, then

on it–or, god forbid–get ready to use

go

1. it.

good idea of

ourselves and see if that gets

us anywhere.

we get

goodnight, and we go our separate

he’s sleeping soundly in his crib across the hall in

then into the luxuriously appointed

just want to wash the day away before

climb onto Aaron’s large mattress and collapse in the middle, dragging

pillows.

faintest hint of Aaron’s scent and I savor it,

be gone, just like he’s

in the distant future, I won’t even remember what he smells like